This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1834 Excerpt: ...heads dropt headlong, wondering why they fell. These are the Peasant's joy, when placed at ease, Half his delighted offspring mount his knees. To every cot the lord's indulgent mind Has a small space for garden-ground assign'd; Here--till return of morn dismiss'd the farm--The careful peasant plies the sinewy arm, Warm'd as he works, and casts his look around On every foot of that improving ground: It is his own he sees; his master's eye Peers not about, some secret fault to spy; Nor voice severe is there, nor censure known;--Hope, profit, pleasure, --they are all his own. example, by Lewis, in ' The Monk"--by Godwin, in "St. Leon"--in a poem styled " The Wandering Jew," by P. B. Shelley--and lastly, by the Rev. Dr. Croly, in the romance of " SalathieL" The ballads and chapbooks on this subject are innumerable. (1) " Life of the Renowned Thomas Thumb the Great." (2) " History of Mr. Thomas Hickathrift, afterwards Sir Thomas Hickathrift, Knight." (3) " History of Jack the Giant Killer." Here grow the humble cives, and, hard by them, The leek with crown globose and reedy stem; High climb his pulse in many an even row, Deep strike the ponderous roots in soil below; And herbs of potent smell and pungent taste, Give a warm relish to the night's repast.' Apples and cherries grafted by his hand, And cluster'd nuts for neighbouring market stand. Nor thus concludes his labour; near the cot, The reed-fence rises round some fav'rite spot; Where rich carnations, pinks with purple eyes, Proud hyacinths, the least some florist's prize, Tulips tall-stemm'd and pounced auriculas rise. Here on a Sunday-eve, when service ends, Meet and rejoice a family of friends; All speak aloud, are happy and are free, And gla...